The Scumbag Project [Quick Transmigration]

In the early morning, the cool wind was blowing, and the whole village was covered with silver, exuding coolness, but on the contrary, the house was extremely warm.

Su Xiaoyu has never slept so peacefully. Every winter night is the most difficult time for him, and he will wake up many times in a night.

But today is different.

When Su Xiaoyu woke up, he opened his eyes and found Ling Qi's chest in front of him, his face was pressed tightly against it, and Ling Qi's arm was just around his waist.

The whole body is filled with the fragrance of plants and trees from Ling Qi's body, wrapping him in circles.

The intimate distance between the two made Su Xiaoyu's face flush slightly, with a shy look on her face.

Ling Qi's warm embrace made him a little greedy.

He turned his head slightly to look at the sky outside the window.

Immediately, Su Xiaoyu realized that it was time for him to make breakfast, and he became a little anxious. If Mother Ling saw that he didn't make breakfast on time, she might say something about him.

Su Xiaoyu carefully moved Ling Qi's arm away, tucked up the quilt for Ling Qi, and stepped out of bed lightly, for fear of waking Ling Qi up.

He gently closed the door, washed briefly with cold water, and tiptoed towards the cooking stove.

After a while, Mother Ling pushed open the door. She yawned, squinted her eyes slightly and glanced towards the stove. Seeing that Su Xiaoyu had already started cooking, she returned to the room without saying anything.

When Ling Qi woke up, breakfast was already ready.

He put on his clothes and opened the door, and saw Su Xiaoyu arranging the bowls and chopsticks.

When Su Xiaoyu saw Ling Qi coming out, his eyes lit up slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

The young man's pure smile made Ling Qi's heart flutter.

After breakfast, Ling Qi took Su Xiaoyu to the street.

Before going out, Ling Qi specially found a thick padded jacket to wrap the boy up.

The dark green coat made the young man's face whiter, and his two big round eyes were full of clarity.

But these are Ling Qi's clothes after all, he looked at the young man wearing his clothes as if a child had stolen an adult's clothes, it was very roomy, but fortunately it was warm.

He nodded in satisfaction.

on the street.

The ground is full of footprints that people have stepped on. Since it is winter, there are fewer vendors on the street than usual, but everything is complete.

Su Xiaoyu looked at the peddler by the roadside with some curiosity, his eyes were full of joy.

He hadn't been out for a long time, and he was full of novelties about the things on the street, and this time he was with Ling Qi, so he was full of joy.

Ling Qi looked around at the surrounding shops, thinking about livelihood issues in his mind.

At this time, there were two people passing by their side. Their clothes looked a little plain, but they were quite elegant, and they should have some literary talents.

One of the men in Tsing Yi said to the people around him: "I heard that Yushuzhai held a poetry competition. It is said that the person who wins the first prize will get 100 taels of silver."

"Hiss." The person next to him was shocked when he heard so much money, and his eyes couldn't help showing some yearning, "It's actually 100 taels. This is a big deal, so why don't you go and see."

The man continued: "If you win the first prize, then you won't have to worry about the travel expenses for the exam."

The man in Tsing Yi agreed, and nodded: "That's the truth, then why don't you go, if it's late, you won't have a chance."

The two people hurried away in one direction, and the voice gradually faded away.

Jade study?Poem competition?

Ling Qi's heart moved when he heard this, maybe this is an opportunity to get money in a short time.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, Ling Qi walked to a small stall selling trinkets, looked up at the stall owner, and asked, "Dare to ask, brother, where is the Yushuzhai they are talking about?"

The peddler raised his eyes to look at Ling Qi, and then at Su Xiaoyu behind him. Seeing that the two were very plainly dressed, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and his tone was full of casualness:

"You don't even know about Yushuzhai? This is the largest teahouse here, but it's not an ordinary teahouse. The most talented people there are."

"It's normal for country people like you not to know."

Ling Qi listened to the peddler's words, but didn't pay much attention to the other party's attitude, after all, it was normal human nature.

But in Su Xiaoyu's heart, he felt very uncomfortable, and stared at the peddler with big eyes hatefully, looking very angry.

It's really annoying that Ling Qi is so good that someone would look down on him.

Seeing the young man's expression, Ling Qi was quite surprised. There are times when the young man looks like a little quail at home.

Inexplicably feel a little cute.

Ling Qi gently squeezed the young man's hand, looked at the young man comfortingly, shook his head, and motioned him not to care.

He smiled gently, and asked instead: "May I ask how to get to Yushuzhai?"

When the peddler heard Ling Qi's words, he knew that the person in front of him was planning to go to Yushuzhai, so he couldn't help but get serious.

"You don't want the 100 taels, do you? Then you are too naive to think."

"The poetry contest prepared there was full of difficulties. There was a person who said he was very knowledgeable before, but he didn't succeed. As far as you are concerned, I advise you not to bother."

Ling Qi was suddenly very helpless, he didn't know that the peddler was talking so much nonsense.

He squinted at the peddler with a sharp look in his eyes. The sudden coldness made the peddler tremble, and he immediately said, "It's...on the street, just keep walking along this road."

Seeing Ling Qi's sudden aura, the peddler instantly didn't dare to despise him as before.

Ling Qi ignored him, and just led Su Xiaoyu towards Yushuzhai.

Just walked to the door of Yushuzhai.

At the door, Ling Qi could hear the bustle inside, it could be said that it was full of voices.

Ling Qi walked in with Su Xiaoyu, and the hall was crowded with people talking about it.

He carefully protected Su Xiaoyu and found a slightly spacious place to stand still.

A gong and drum sounded, and a middle-aged man walked out of the upstairs on the second floor.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his eyes were full of shrewdness, and he was dressed like the steward of this jade study. He cleared his throat and shouted to the people in the hall: "Everyone, please be quiet." The deep voice Let the chaotic scene become quiet.

The man looked down and looked around for a week, and then said: "I am in charge of Xia Naiyu's study, and everyone must know me. I won't say much about the rest. I know that everyone is concerned about this competition. I will announce the rules below. "

"This poetry competition takes the form of free poetry. You can see the tables and paper, ink, pens and inkstones downstairs. Please write poems on the spot. After writing, hand over the poems to the waiters who are waiting at any time. Can."

"My master will make the judgment. Those who fail to pass the papers will be directly thrown from the upstairs, and the one who stays in the end will be the best person, and this person will get the 100 taels of silver."

"Now the poetry competition has officially started. All talented scholars who are interested in participating are invited to start composing poems by themselves."

As soon as they heard it, people rushed to the table where the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were placed, for fear that they would be one step too late.

Ling Qi quietly observed with Su Xiaoyu first, watching those people write poems with pens.

Secretly looked at it carefully, thinking in his heart.

Half an hour has passed.

The steward upstairs reminded again: "There is still one stick of incense left before the end."

At this moment, Ling Qi calmly walked towards the table. At this time, there were quite a few people at the table, and most of them were looking upstairs, waiting for the result.

Ling Qi picked up the brush and dipped the ink, the movements were done in one go, the strokes were full of penetrating touch, and the skirt of the clothes was slightly flicked while swiping the ink, which was quite coquettish.

Su Xiaoyu couldn't take his eyes off the way Ling Qi was writing the pen for a moment, and thought it was very pleasing to the eye.

Although he was illiterate and did not know how to appreciate calligraphy, he knew that Ling Qi's writing must be the best.

Ling Qi put away the brush, put the brush on the pen holder, picked up the poem she had written, and handed it to the waiting boy.

Turning to look at Su Xiaoyu, seeing the boy's bright eyes full of admiration, he couldn't help laughing, and led the boy to the side.

At this time, the gongs and drums upstairs rang again, and the steward immediately announced: "It's time, please wait a little bit."

After a while, sheets of paper from upstairs fell one by one, and the scene was quite spectacular.

His family looked towards the ground, quite curious whether he was eliminated.

After a while, laments sounded, and all kinds of dissatisfied comments followed, but Ling Qi didn't seem to care.

Another incense stick of time passed, when the steward came out with a piece of paper.

People downstairs are speculating whether this is the person who finally won the leader.

"I am a carver of rotten wood. Fortunately, I saw Yu Zhangcai. May I ask who is the author of this poem?"

When Ling Qi heard that this poem was not made by him, she frowned slightly, feeling a little pity that she had lost an opportunity.

When the man in white downstairs heard it, he waved his hands excitedly and said: "This poem is written by me." He thought that the 100 taels must be in his pocket, and the man's face was quite proud.

The people around him were full of envy and admiration for him, and they all praised him repeatedly.

The steward continued: "Then congratulations..."

At this time, the steward who wanted to say something suddenly silenced and disappeared again.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what's going on.

After a while, the steward reappeared in front of the crowd, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Bai made a mistake just now, this poem should be the leader of this poetry competition."

"Don't worry about the end of the day, and the bright moon. May I ask who is the author of this poem?"

Hearing this familiar poem, Ling Qi took back the steps that she was about to take.

At this time, the hall was very quiet, and everyone was wondering who the leader might be.

Ling Qi turned around and looked upstairs, the voice was not loud but enough to ensure that everyone present could hear, "I did it." There was no ecstasy from the previous people on his face, just a faint one.

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on Ling Qi, all admiring and envious, only one line of sight was filled with hatred and disbelief.

The author has something to say: Su Xiaoyu Star Eyes: I am a little expert at Kuafu, and Ling Qi will always be the best.

Ling Qi smiled silently.

ps: The Poetry Contest originated from the Tang Dynasty, and the competition process was compiled according to Baidu.

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